The Deadly Assassin Robin (Tristan Storm) novel Chapter 437

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The shooting range at the Wallaby Mountain War Wolf Special Forces training base was unnervingly quiet. 

All the officers and soldiers stood motionless, their faces reflecting shock and disbelief. 

The TLXL–99 super sniper rifle had just completed its first test on a moving target at an astounding 4.7 miles–ten shots, ten perfect bullseyes. 

This unprecedented achievement in military history left everyone in awe. It seemed almost impossible, like something out of a dream. 

The distance of 4.7 miles was beyond what the human eye could easily track, even with the most advanced 

scopes. 

A bullet traveling that far was subject to countless environmental factors–wind, air density, even dust- that could send it off course. 

Yet, Robin had hit the target flawlessly, and all without the use of an advanced scope. 

How could someone possess such extraordinary skill? 

No one else in the world had pulled off a sniping feat like this. 

The first thought that struck everyone was disbelief. How could this be real? 

After a moment of stunned silence, Ernest had an idea. 

Robin must be the son of some high–ranking military commander–one with immense power! He was sure the range officer must have known this and manipulated the results to protect him. He moved forward and said, “General Wilson, maybe you didn’t lose after all.” 

This caused a wave of confusion. as they turned to Ernest and Wilson. 

What is he talking about? 

The results have already been reported. How could there still be doubt? 

Is he mad? 

Ernest’s next words came with an air of suspicion, “I want the range officer to bring the target closer for verification. I think there’s some foul play here-” 

“Shut up!” Wilson barked, kicking Ernest to the ground. 

Pointing to the screen that clearly showed the bullseyes with holes directly through the center, he snapped, “In broad daylight, with ten perfect shots–how could that be cheating? Are you blind?” 

By then, the range officer had already brought the target closer. 

The ten moving targets each had a hole perfectly centered on their bullseye. 

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Ernest stood frozen, his confidence deflating like a popped balloon. He collapsed onto the ground. 

Could anyone really possess such god–like skill? 

He looked at Robin, standing tall in the sunlight, and felt his shame deepen. 

Wilson’s face twitched with frustration. He took a deep breath and walked over to Robin. 

The once–bustling shooting range had fallen silent again. 

“Instructor Ramsey, you’ve won,” Wilson said, his voice thick with emotion. 

Robin raised an eyebrow lazily. “It was inevitable.” 

Wilson chuckled awkwardly. “There’s one thing I don’t get. Why did you take off the super long–range scope? 

“Without it, you can’t possibly see a target at 4.7 miles, so how did you aim?” 

At that moment, Jack and Xavier stood still, their eyes glued to Robin, eager to hear his answer. 

Robin wiped his hands with a towel before responding “A real sniper doesn’t rely on his eyes to find his target. He uses his instincts.” 

His words hung in the air, sending a chill down Wilson’s spine. 

Jack’s eyes widened in excitement. 

The movements, the expression, and that exact phrase everything about it reminded him of someone from the past. 

Robin placed the towel down and looked ahead at the range. 

“A sniper who only trains his eyes and doesn’t develop his sixth sense will never be elite. He’ll only ever be good, but never great. Even if they manage to shoot a target precisely 1.9 miles away, they would only be considered good.” 

As Robin spoke, Jack’s heart raced. 

He felt that his prediction had been true. Robin was probably the person he had been searching for all these years! 

Wilson stood frozen, his mind racing. The scene before him felt like a flashback to a moment 22 years ago. 

The weather was the same–warm and sunny. The same radiant sunset. They were once again standing at the legendary range where Draconia’s most famous sniper had created his own miracle. 

The military legend, the one who had earned Wilson’s deep respect, had spoken the same words to him that day. 

The painful truth was that Wilson had never been able to surpass the limitations of relying on his eyes to shoot, and his maximum range had always been 1.9 miles. 

The air in the range seemed thick and suffocating now. 

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